Picture in your mind's eye a steaming pile of shit. Now imagine that this steaming pile of shit was granted the power to move and was given rudimentary cognitive capability. Next, visualize that this steaming pile of shit was somehow able to access a computer, complete with Internet capability. And, by some inexplicable force of nature, this steaming pile of shit sprouted functioning arms and hands, equally composed of steaming shit piles. Imagine, if you will, what such a steaming pile of shit might type onto his newly-acquired computer and into a web site of dubious and diminishing distinction:

BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH I PRETEND TO BE AN INTELLECT BECAUSE I FREQUENT A TRADING SITE EVEN THOUGH I DONT TRADE.... BLAH BLAH BLAH I AM SO EXTREMELEY INSECURE I FEEL THE NEED TO CUT DOWN PEOPLE WHO ACTUALLY DO TRADE..... BLAH BLAH BLAH

BLAH BLAH BLAH I LOVE COMING TO A TRADING SITE AND PUTTING DOWN REAL TRADERS EVEN THOUGH MOVING 1 SHARE OF FNM IS A HUGE FINANCIAL DECISION FOR ME, I FEEL PRIVILEDGED THAT MY HUSBAND ALLOWS ME TO SWING SUCH SIZE!!!!! BLAH BLAH BLAH